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[Where are you? ... Who are you?
—Ah, you remember. You're Dahut. There's something you have to do, but what is it? You can't remember. All you know is that you are Dahut, and there is something you seek.
Before you is a corridor, though for some reason, you can't make out the details yet. All you can see are that there are doors, and that a mirror hangs on one of the walls.]
—Ah, you remember. You're Dahut. There's something you have to do, but what is it? You can't remember. All you know is that you are Dahut, and there is something you seek.
Before you is a corridor, though for some reason, you can't make out the details yet. All you can see are that there are doors, and that a mirror hangs on one of the walls.]
[Where are you? ... Who are you?
—Ah, you remember. You're Luke. There's something you have to do, but what is it? You can't remember. All you know is that you are Luke, and there is something you seek.
You are in a building, surrounded by people. They panic around you, shoving past you to try and reach the doors.]
—Ah, you remember. You're Luke. There's something you have to do, but what is it? You can't remember. All you know is that you are Luke, and there is something you seek.
You are in a building, surrounded by people. They panic around you, shoving past you to try and reach the doors.]
[NOT THE AMNESIA. Well, he guesses he's Dahut. Maybe he's looking for the kaiju ramen shop...
He'll start walking down the corridor after a second of hesitation, though, squinting a little at the obscured details. First, he moves to set his hand on a doorknob, gently trying it and wondering if whatever he's looking for is tucked away somewhere behind one. He still keeps a wary eye on his surroundings, though, and calls out with a somewhat hesitant:]
Hellooo...?
[As he tries to PIECE TOGETHER HOW THE HELL HE GOT HERE. AND ALSO WHO HE IS.]
He'll start walking down the corridor after a second of hesitation, though, squinting a little at the obscured details. First, he moves to set his hand on a doorknob, gently trying it and wondering if whatever he's looking for is tucked away somewhere behind one. He still keeps a wary eye on his surroundings, though, and calls out with a somewhat hesitant:]
Hellooo...?
[As he tries to PIECE TOGETHER HOW THE HELL HE GOT HERE. AND ALSO WHO HE IS.]
[It's a good thing he's amnesia'd because otherwise he'd be like "wow this is a fresh and funky symptom"
But he is not! He is just... here. Wherever here is. Something within him immediately tries to search for answers, but there are none to be had; and maybe it's a good thing there's chaos and panic to focus on, because that darkness would be so easy to get lost in.
Instinctively, he moves against the crowd--towards whatever it is they're running from.]
But he is not! He is just... here. Wherever here is. Something within him immediately tries to search for answers, but there are none to be had; and maybe it's a good thing there's chaos and panic to focus on, because that darkness would be so easy to get lost in.
Instinctively, he moves against the crowd--towards whatever it is they're running from.]
[HEWWO Dahut goes to the sound of silence in return...
Unfortunately, the door does not open to the kaiju ramen shop. In fact, it doesn't open at all; looks like it's locked. Though looking at his hand, it seems... small? Smaller than it feels like it should be, perhapsmdash;in that he feels like it should be larger relative to the doorknob, not that it's small proportionate to the rest of his body.
... Were doorknobs always this high up? Well, that might be a silly question to think. Maybe this door is just huge! It's fine.]
Unfortunately, the door does not open to the kaiju ramen shop. In fact, it doesn't open at all; looks like it's locked. Though looking at his hand, it seems... small? Smaller than it feels like it should be, perhapsmdash;in that he feels like it should be larger relative to the doorknob, not that it's small proportionate to the rest of his body.
... Were doorknobs always this high up? Well, that might be a silly question to think. Maybe this door is just huge! It's fine.]
[It's hard to say what they're running from—only that they're trying to get out, although if Luke is paying attention at all to that, it doesn't seem like they're succeeding...? At some point, the crowd stops, as though blocked, hovering anxiously around.
But since he's a weirdo who wasn't moving away to begin with, one person looks towards him.]
Are you mad? We have to get out!
But since he's a weirdo who wasn't moving away to begin with, one person looks towards him.]
Are you mad? We have to get out!
[Hm. Well that seems bad. He isn't not paying attention, though it does take him a minute to realize what's going on. Only after the stranger calls out to him does he stop, turning to sweep his gaze over the room. He's not quite sure what he's looking for, though, so he turns back to the other person.]
Why? What's going on?
Why? What's going on?
[NOT THE SOUND OF SILENCE.
ALSO WHAT THE HELL well this is fine, except his brow is definitely furrowing because this does not seem right at all, somehow. These fuckin willy wonka-ass doors he hates it here. His gaze flicks briefly over to the mirror but he doesn't want to head there just yet...
He'll move to try another couple of doors first, jiggling the handles and even knocking on one.]
Hello? Hello...!
ALSO WHAT THE HELL well this is fine, except his brow is definitely furrowing because this does not seem right at all, somehow. These fuckin willy wonka-ass doors he hates it here. His gaze flicks briefly over to the mirror but he doesn't want to head there just yet...
He'll move to try another couple of doors first, jiggling the handles and even knocking on one.]
Hello? Hello...!
[As Luke looks around, it'll start to dawn on him. These are his... coworkers, maybe? They're familiar faces, and he feels like he sees these people regularly. (A part of him feels like he saw them—but why would he feel that's in past tense? They're still here. No, they're dead not on the Eudoroa—wait, what's Eudora? They're his colleagues, standing in front of him here and now. Everything is fine.) He doesn't remember what his job is, but that's probably not important.
His colleague answers,]
There's a gas leak in the building somewhere.
His colleague answers,]
There's a gas leak in the building somewhere.
[Damn, what do you have against mirrors, Dahut.
Most of the doors produce nothing, but after knocking on one, he finally gets a response—a muffled voice, behind the door.]
What is it? It's not time for your lessons yet.
[Your lessons? You started your lessons last year or so, in preparation to raise you into being a proper ██████. This voice sounds like your teacher.]
Most of the doors produce nothing, but after knocking on one, he finally gets a response—a muffled voice, behind the door.]
What is it? It's not time for your lessons yet.
[Your lessons? You started your lessons last year or so, in preparation to raise you into being a proper ██████. This voice sounds like your teacher.]
[MAYBE HE DOESN'T WANT TO SEE THE HORRORS.
But oh! Hm. Lessons? It sounds familiar... Something about this still doesn't feel quite right in a way that makes him a little wary, though. He pulls his hand away from the door, holding it to his chest. Another quick glance from where he's standing to the other end of the hall.]
I'm sorry... I don't want to be out here anymore, so may I please come in...?
But oh! Hm. Lessons? It sounds familiar... Something about this still doesn't feel quite right in a way that makes him a little wary, though. He pulls his hand away from the door, holding it to his chest. Another quick glance from where he's standing to the other end of the hall.]
I'm sorry... I don't want to be out here anymore, so may I please come in...?
[Dahut is right to feel wary, since even now, he can still remember—there's something he seeks. Is it from beyond this door? Is it elsewhere?]
Are you sure? Your mother won't be happy if you're skipping breakfast, child.
Are you sure? Your mother won't be happy if you're skipping breakfast, child.
[Oh. Well! As soon as he hears the word "mother", he immediately loses any desire to break into this room and visit his teacher WHO WON'T LET HIM IN ANYWAY!! DAMN. Maybe it's her that he's looking for? Something about that feels compelling.]
Mmm... I'll go eat breakfast first! Goodbye!
[GOODBYE as he turns and is still in this corridor full of doors, but now he's just thinking to himself that he would like to find the door that leads to the dining room and hopefully his mother.
He'll test a few other knobs, glancing toward the mirror again. No trust.]
Mmm... I'll go eat breakfast first! Goodbye!
[GOODBYE as he turns and is still in this corridor full of doors, but now he's just thinking to himself that he would like to find the door that leads to the dining room and hopefully his mother.
He'll test a few other knobs, glancing toward the mirror again. No trust.]
[His thoughts race and spin, faces shift, and fog starts to clear in his mind. These people... right. He knows them, doesn't he? They're his... colleagues? Seniors? Something like that. But what--?
"What" doesn't matter, though. Before he can dwell on it, the man speaks again, drawing Luke's attention back.]
That's not good. [There's--something there, a little snatch of knowledge, but it dies on the tip of his tongue. He gets the feeling he should be moving again, but he isn't sure where to go or what to do, so he just kind of spins, restless energy starting to build inside him.] Why is everyone still here?
[SURELY HE HASN'T BEEN SO AMNESIA'D THAT HE DOESN'T REMEMBER PEOPLE SHOULD EVACUATE FOR GAS LEAKS]
"What" doesn't matter, though. Before he can dwell on it, the man speaks again, drawing Luke's attention back.]
That's not good. [There's--something there, a little snatch of knowledge, but it dies on the tip of his tongue. He gets the feeling he should be moving again, but he isn't sure where to go or what to do, so he just kind of spins, restless energy starting to build inside him.] Why is everyone still here?
[SURELY HE HASN'T BEEN SO AMNESIA'D THAT HE DOESN'T REMEMBER PEOPLE SHOULD EVACUATE FOR GAS LEAKS]
[Maybe the mirror is perfectly normal and safe!!
But as Dahut heads down the hall, its features start taking shape. This place is familiar to him, he's sure—he's walked down this corridor before, many times. Opening the doors leads to rooms he recognizes, and eventually, he starts passing by acquaintances as well. They bow respectfully when they see him—though even then, they're taller than him (which is normal, right? he should be this height—this age. how old is he, again?).
Like this, it shouldn't be too hard to find his way to the dining room.]
But as Dahut heads down the hall, its features start taking shape. This place is familiar to him, he's sure—he's walked down this corridor before, many times. Opening the doors leads to rooms he recognizes, and eventually, he starts passing by acquaintances as well. They bow respectfully when they see him—though even then, they're taller than him (which is normal, right? he should be this height—this age. how old is he, again?).
Like this, it shouldn't be too hard to find his way to the dining room.]
[IMAGINE IF I ASSIGNED YOU FORGETTING ALL PRACTICAL KNOWLEDGE. GET UN-BRAINCELL'D, IDIOD.
No, Luke still remembers basic procedures. Someone speaks up.]
The doors won't open, for some reason!
[A clamour of confirmation and panic.]
No, Luke still remembers basic procedures. Someone speaks up.]
The doors won't open, for some reason!
[A clamour of confirmation and panic.]
[i dont trust you jan specifically OR your funhouse mirrors
It's still hard to collect himself, mentally, but he starts to feel a little more at ease as things come into shape around him. There's still that nagging feeling in his heart that he's looking for something, so he doesn't spare much time for the people who pass him by, just smiling up at them or greeting them politely and then continuing to walk.
He knows where the dining room is; his little feet have carried him there many times before, and they carry him quickly once again. Before he even crosses the threshold, he's calling out:]
Mother? Are you here...?
It's still hard to collect himself, mentally, but he starts to feel a little more at ease as things come into shape around him. There's still that nagging feeling in his heart that he's looking for something, so he doesn't spare much time for the people who pass him by, just smiling up at them or greeting them politely and then continuing to walk.
He knows where the dining room is; his little feet have carried him there many times before, and they carry him quickly once again. Before he even crosses the threshold, he's calling out:]
Mother? Are you here...?
Ah, Dahut. You're here.
[His mother's voice calls back. When he enters, he'll see her there, standing by her dining chair. She smiles warmly at him, gesturing for him to sit down.]
You're almost late, you know. Come on, have a seat. Breakfast is ready.
[His mother's voice calls back. When he enters, he'll see her there, standing by her dining chair. She smiles warmly at him, gesturing for him to sit down.]
You're almost late, you know. Come on, have a seat. Breakfast is ready.
[There are doors. He can inspect them, but true to his colleagues' words, they simply... don't open. As if, somehow, they're locked from the outside.
His colleagues watch him nervously.]
His colleagues watch him nervously.]
[There is perhaps still that tug inside of him telling him that he's looking for something, or maybe some sense of unease clinging like a cobweb to his heart, but the sight of his mother immediately just blasts every other thought out of his brain. GOOBY...
He scampers right on over, nearly tripping in his haste to reach her. NOT VERY ELEGANT BEHAVIOR but it's fine it's fine... BOWLING INTO HER so he can hug her with all the might in his tiny little body. He's always been clingy.]
I'm sorry, Mother! [He says, clearly not sorry at all and also not moving to sit yet.] What are we having today?
He scampers right on over, nearly tripping in his haste to reach her. NOT VERY ELEGANT BEHAVIOR but it's fine it's fine... BOWLING INTO HER so he can hug her with all the might in his tiny little body. He's always been clingy.]
I'm sorry, Mother! [He says, clearly not sorry at all and also not moving to sit yet.] What are we having today?
[This is decidedly not elegant behaviour, but she will overlook it... She hugs him back. Her baby boy!! Aki is going to tell me this is a wildly OOC mom but it's fine, Dahut is still living somewhat in AUland.]
We'll be having some of those pastries that you like, as well as some fresh fruit. Make sure to eat all of it, especially if you want to grow up big and strong, all right?
[I don't know shit about what royal families eat for breakfast. Help me. Anyway, the chefs bring everything out and it all looks good and tasty. A servant pours them both a cup of tea as well.]
We'll be having some of those pastries that you like, as well as some fresh fruit. Make sure to eat all of it, especially if you want to grow up big and strong, all right?
[I don't know shit about what royal families eat for breakfast. Help me. Anyway, the chefs bring everything out and it all looks good and tasty. A servant pours them both a cup of tea as well.]
[Luke kicks the doors REALLY hard! It's a very impressive kick, and if this wasn't a crisis, I'm sure at least a few people would be impressed. Maybe someone would swoon and ask Luke for his number later.
Unfortunately, this is a crisis, so instead they're all waiting for bated breath to see if it works. The doors do not budge.]
Unfortunately, this is a crisis, so instead they're all waiting for bated breath to see if it works. The doors do not budge.]
[JAN TAKING A SHOT IN THE DARK AND PLAYING AN IC MOM. This AUland is accurate and he loves his mother very much. girl same tho it's fine FUCKING PASTRIES AND FRESH FRUIT LIKE THIS IS THE LOCAL RED LION.
He'll finally step away from the hug so that he can go take his seat all prim and proper, though it's clear that he would be reaching for his mother's hand right away if he didn't need both of his hands to eat this continental breakfast.]
Oooh! Yay! It's been forever since we've had those! [IT HAS PROBABLY NOT BEEN. Or maybe it has? Hm. Well, this is fine; he'll thank the servant for the gracious pour and turn his attention back to her, waiting for her to take a sip so he can match.]
He'll finally step away from the hug so that he can go take his seat all prim and proper, though it's clear that he would be reaching for his mother's hand right away if he didn't need both of his hands to eat this continental breakfast.]
Oooh! Yay! It's been forever since we've had those! [IT HAS PROBABLY NOT BEEN. Or maybe it has? Hm. Well, this is fine; he'll thank the servant for the gracious pour and turn his attention back to her, waiting for her to take a sip so he can match.]
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